Setting out West

wake and bake. (:

(via tea-for-one)

always great

the only difference between the sacred and the profane is in the press they recieve

Most recent record order:

synecdoche:

dischwasher:

Andrew Jackson Jihad - People Who Can Eat People Are the Luckiest People in the World

Against Me! - Crime

Against Me! - The Disco Before The Breakdown

Dear Landlord - Dream Homes

Defiance, Ohio - Share What Ya Got

BTMI! / Laura Stevenson and the Cans - Split

Delay - Plain Language

One Reason - Mountains

Tried to order the AJJ / Ghost Mice split but No Idea says they’re out.

Hello, vinyl radio show.

I WANT MOST OF THESE SO BAD. well i already own the disco before the breakdown (favorite favorite favorite against me! ever) but oh man, everything else.

 <b>Against Me! - The Disco Before The Breakdown</b> W00t!

Leave Early to Avoid the Rush

Your eyes are on me now

Slick and swollen.

I know you have a heart of gold.

But I don’t fall in love with people.

I fall in love with characters from books.

Craggy mountains, tropic waterfalls,

Rain showers-

Things that never change.

And if reality swells and overwhelms,

Is washed away.

Then I fall out even quicker.

With it I’m swept away, where I will drift

Until I find the next calm port.

What do I want? Will I ever know?

If I want something and know,

Does that alone negate desire?

Is it really any port in stormy weather?

Is there a part of me content with setting, and just how much?

Or will I go on, always hungry,

Always looking for the meal that

Will sate my appetite.

Or will I regurgitate

And waddle back to the buffet

For seconds, or thirds,

Or thirty-seconds when I’m thirty-

Something, with a waistline always greater than my age.

If I’m unhappy and alone

Am I where I want to be?

Should I feel gyped, or take what I can get?

Is my default setting set

Well below the curve?

Well I knew that I was failing

But I never knew how far I’d truly fallen.

I always leave first now,

So I don’t see them go.

I always the leave the stadium

Before the show concludes,

I care, and I’m upset, but I would rather leave than lose.

Every time you tell me you dreamt about me i remember all the times i dreamt of you, and wonder why my dream died, birthing your nightmares from its dessicated womb

i hardly know(hardly know you)

is it too late to even try?

i wanna know you( wanna know you)

another 20 cent goodbye…

Goldfinger- 20 cent Goodbye( thanks mich for putting this in my head lol)

dear super hot anesthesiologist,

synecdoche:

i’m glad you took a faux interest in my dreams of being a filmmaker to try and calm me down, but i was really uncomfortable discussing my screenplay while you could see my tits and strange doctors were sticking monitors to my chest, alright? sorry for the bitchiness.

xo pilot

p.s. i also apologize for later crying hysterically while singing I DON’T WANNA BE A CHOLA ANYMORE to the tune of weezer’s the good life. i can assure you that i’m not actually a chola and i think that statement was the combination of the percocet and anesthesia.

p.p.s. i am not buying these rumors that percocet is stronger than vicodin because while it is making me feel pretty loopy, my neck/throat hurts worse than anything has ever hurt in the history of the world.

oxycodone(percocet and OxyContin) are not really stronger per se than hydrocodone(vicodin) they just metabolize differently. some people feel one more than the other, and usually the non-responsive opiate just makes than sick/itchy/tired. people claim percs are stronger because it metabolizes like heroin, while vics and codeine break down lke morphine( heroin is a morphine derivative, fyi.) now, for a truly strong punch, break out a fentynal lolli and see if you don’t lose pain[and conciousness( hopefully AFTER vomiting)].